Daemon
Westmar was buried with all the honours befitting an alpha. That generous gesture on Thorren’s part won over the surviving Iron lycans, and, after choosing a new leader, they refused to press any claims against us. I suspect it had less to do with them recognising the mistakes of their late alpha and more to do with the fear the witches inspired. After what had happened that night, even the most stubborn among them were beginning to understand that the days when lycans could consider themselves the sole masters of this land were over.
I could even understand why Diana had nearly burnt me alive that night. I would never forget her eyes just before she lost consciousness. There had been nothing of the woman I once knew in them. Only pain, fury and such profound disappointment that I
